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This story involves consensual sex between men. If this type of story is illegal where you live, not your cup of tea, or you are not legally old enough, under the laws of your place of residence, to read it, stop right here!
By Christopher Robyn
After years of wanting to do it, I had finally taken my student loan money and instead of using it for CDs and clothes, I had saved it for my dream trip to England the summer after my first year in graduate school. I stayed there with a British friend who had worked in the States a few years previously, which put a severe cramp on my sex life as he didn't appreciate me bringing anyone back to his tiny flat in London. So much for the fuck sessions I was hoping for with some hot Europeans. After spending two weeks in England, I used my remaining week to explore the Netherlands before heading home to work for the rest of the summer.
I spent a week of smoking too much hash and exploring the red light district, then packed up my things and headed to the airport in Amsterdam. I'm sure I looked as exhausted as I felt. I was dressed like a typical college student, sort of punk-looking with my short buzzed red hair, baggy shorts and t-shirt over a tall and lanky frame. With the shorts, you could see the tattoos on my leg, a Keith Haring drawing on my left calf and a black gothic abstract drawing on my left calf that was a souvenir from Amsterdam. If I opened my mouth very wide when I talked, my pierced-tongue was apparent, something that rarely failed to get me attention in bars from guys who were curious about what it would feel like on their hard cocks. They usually learned quickly just how good it felt.
I lined up at customs, hoping they wouldn't notice or care about the small bit of hash I had carefully hidden in a prescription bottle in my backpack. I wasn't too worried about it since Amsterdam is a pretty liberal country, and I couldn't go home without a little present for my friends. When I neared the front of the line filled mostly with boring-looking American tourists, I spotted the two men who were putting bags through the x-ray machine. One was a plain middle-aged guy with a gut, but the other made my dick, which had gone for three weeks without attention, nearly stand on end. He must have been about 30 years old, pale blond hair, about two inches taller than me at 6-foot-4, and had the kind of slim but tightly packed frame I loved. I completely forgot about my smuggling problem, and was lost for a moment fantasizing about kissing his thick lips then running my tongue down the length of his beautiful body until I hit his cock.
When it was my turn in the line, I turned to smile at him as he placed my bag on the conveyor belt to go through the x-ray machine. That's when disaster struck. He decided that my bag would be one that they randomly searched. I tried to stay calm as he began to remove items from my bag. He pulled out some clothes, including a pair of black bikini underwear. I could have sworn I saw him raise his eyebrows slightly with interest at my underwear, but I quickly convinced myself that I was mistaken. Then he pulled out the canvas bag containing stuff like my shampoo and deodorant...and the bottle with the tiny bit of hash in it. I was regretting ever thinking that I could get away with something so stupid when he found the prescription bottle (motion sickness pills that I didn't need). He opened it up, looking inside as he shook it a bit. With a slight evil little grin on his face he barked something out something I didn't understand at the other guy working the line, then said, "You're going to have to come with me." Normally, that isn't an invitation I would turn down, but all I could do was think about how in one stupid mistake, I had ruined my future.
He took me into a small windowless room containing nothing but small file cabinet and a long table surrounded by chairs, and locked the door behind him. I hoped that the click of the deadbolt lock wouldn't be a sound I would have to get used to. Terrified, I began babbling to him, making all sorts of excuses. He interrupted me, saying in a stern voice with a thick accent, "Do not speak until I tell you that you can." He then ordered me turn around and place my hands on the table.
He began to pat me down, starting at my chest and working his way down, taking his time at my front pockets and crotch. My cock jumped and started to stiffen as he felt around my package, despite the mess I was in. After he finished, he reached his hand around my chest and pulled me upright, telling me to undress. I turned around and pulled off my t-shirt as he leaned against the door of the room, revealing my pale hairless chest, decorated with a pierced navel and an armband tattoo, not to mention the top of the leopard print bikini briefs I had purchased at the department store where my friend was working in London, peaking out over the top of the baggy shorts hanging low on my hips. I then sat down in one of the chairs and removed my black Airwalk tennis shoes and sock before standing up and dropping the shorts. I shivered slightly as I stood there in the cold room wearing nothing but the briefs which were barely enough to contain my growing cock. Moving forward, he spun me around and pushed me back down onto the table. I heard him get something out of the cabinet, and then the snap of latex against his skin as he put on a pair of rubber gloves. Shit, I was going to get the full body search treatment! As scared as I was, my cock strained against the briefs at the thought of the sexy blond officer in his snug-fitting uniform probing my ass.
He was all business as he pulled the briefs down and releasing my confined cock, which at that point was about half hard. I was embarrassed by both my near hard-on and by my smooth pubic area, shaved bare for the first time two years ago by an ex-boyfriend. I had learned to love the feel of my hairless crotch, and it made my dick look even bigger, but now it was just humiliating. He seemed to smirk as he noticed my excitement at the situation, and then kneeled down as he took his index finger and began to probe at my ass. Fortunately for me, he had lubed it up since it had been a few weeks since I had been fucked, and I was tight as hell anyway. Gently, he slid the finger in, and a gasp escaped from my lips. Then he started moving the finger around, probing my crevice for any contraband. Almost involuntarily, my ass bucked upward to take his finger in as deep as it could, and my cock rose to its full 8 inches.
To my surprise, he started moving his finger in and out of my hole, never complete withdrawing it. I let out a low moan, and he slipped in another finger, stretching me out. I dropped all pretense of trying to play the innocent American college boy as I settled into a hot finger-fucking, rotating my hips back to meet his probing fingers. "Oh yeah, man," I mumbled, forgetting about his orders not to speak. "That feels so fucking good." My comment was met with a stinging slap on my ass with his free hand, which then massaged where he had slapped.
"It doesn't seem like you have anything up there," he said with a smile. I turned my head around to see him move his hand down to his packed crotch, figuring that he was enjoying this as much as I was.
"Not yet there isn't," I replied. "Not until you put your hard cock in." Reaching out to my backpack, I retrieved one of the many rubbers I brought with me in vain, never having gotten to use them. I handed it back to him, and heard a pop as his fingers slipped out of my ass, leaving it feeling empty and ready to be filled again.
I turned my head around to watch him unfasten the belt of his uniform and drop his pants around his ankles, revealing a pair of tight red briefs, stretched to their limit by his raging hard-on. He smiled at me as he pulled the briefs to his ankles, his cock springing up against his belly. Goddamn, it must have been at least 10 inches of uncut meat! I didn't know if it was going to fit in my ass, but all I could think about was how bad I wanted it.
He unrolled the rubber onto his dick and roughly pushed me back down onto the table as he lined up behind my asshole. I could feel the heat of his prick through the cold layer of latex covering it as he pressed it up against my hole. Bending down against me, he whispered into my ear, "You American university boys have the best asses in Amsterdam. I'm going to enjoy fucking you like you should be fucked."
"Give it to me hard, motherfucker," I hissed back at him as he sunk his teeth into my neck just below my ear and sucked on the sensitive skin.
Moving his tongue up onto my earlobe, he traced a path all around the ear. When he reached the lobe again with all of the earrings dangling from it, he bit in and shoved his cock into my ass. Even though he had loosened me up earlier, the pain seared through my body at his invasion. I could feel his balls against me as he pushed it in to the root. He gave me a few seconds to adjust, which is all it took as waves of pleasure overtook the pain in my asshole. I begged him to fuck me.
He didn't waste any time as he slowly started to pump my ass with long smooth strokes. My back arched up as I moved my ass up to meet his pounding cock. Gradually, he increased his speed as he fucked me better than I had ever had it. I could feel his thick tool assaulting my prostate as my own cock dripped precome onto the tile floor. By this time, my torso was completely laid down on the table with my ass up in the air as I gripped the edges of the table with my hands to support myself while he hammered into my smooth ass with full force. He paused for a moment, pulling out of me to turn me around and lay me down on the table with my ass just hanging over the edge. He spread my legs wide, forcing me to wrap them around his chest, and plunged his cock back in. "Your beautiful ass is so tight," he murmured, and reached down to take my rock hard left nipple between his thumb and index finger, giving it a twist and sending electric shocks through my body. I responded by constricting my hole as he was pulling out, only to let loose as he continued to slam back into me.
After a couple of minutes, that sent him over the edge, and he pulled out and stripped the rubber off. I turned my head around to watch him give two or three more strokes to his throbbing dick. He cried out something in a language I didn't understand, and his eyes clenched shut as he shot a warm load of cum onto my chest, hitting my neck and dripping down my sweat-drenched chest. The now warm air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and cum. I began stroking my own cock, needing to release the pent-up cum that was boiling in my balls.
He smacked my hand away and shocked the hell out of me by burying his face just below my balls, lapping in long fast strokes like a cat. Moving up my shaft, he teased it in the sensitive spot below the head before swallowing it whole down his throat. I didn't care who heard me, I let out a cry as I lost control and my cock spewed cum down his throat. He swallowed it all, and then released my dick from his mouth as he took my arm and pulled me toward him. He licked the stream of his own cum that had made a trail down my chest and then kissed me, probing his tongue deep into my mouth so that I could taste us both.
When he finally broke the kiss, he quickly pulled up his briefs and pants, and was suddenly all business again. I thought that my ass had gotten me out of trouble, but the fear crept back over me.
"What are you going to do with me," I asked, my voice quivering.
"I should send you downtown where they would enjoy your ass in jail as much as I have," he said. Then breaking into one of the sexiest smiles I have ever seen, he said, "But I think that under the circumstances, we can forget this ever happened."
I doubt there's any chance that will happen.
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